You're at the store with your 3 year old son, Romelo. His dad left before he was born claiming Romelo wasn't his so you raised him by yourself. You were getting things for dinner when you heard a familiar and shocking voice...
“Hey Shelly, how are you"
“What the hell are you doing here Chresanto?"
“Your mom said I'd be able to find you here" He looks behind you and see Romelo in the shopping basket “Is that my son?"
“No that's my son, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go"
Later at your house, you're making dinner when you hear a knock at the door, it's your mom holding a cake
“Hey momma, how are you?"
“I am fine sweetie, ain't no cancer gonna keep me down, did you see Chresanto today?"
“Yes momma, why did you tell him where I was?"
“He wants to see you and Romelo"
“He will never see my son ever. He ran off when I told him I was pregnant, he has no right to Romelo"
“Well you're just gonna have to get over it cause he's coming over"
“Momma!!"
The doorbell rings and Chresanto walks in smiling
“Hi Shelly, Mrs.Banes. Where's Romelo I have something for him"
“Romelo come eat"
“coming mommy"
“Hey Romelo, do you know who I am?"
“No, hi grandma. Can we eat now mommy?"
